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Genosha: The "L" Word: Kyle and Dori
In their hotel room, Kyle and Dori discuss the events of Genosha and a few other very important topics. Something is lost, something is gained. Backdated to last night
The room was dim with heavy curtains and no lights, and it felt wrong to speaking anything more than a whisper, so Kyle's voice was hushed as he pulled the waist of Dori's yoga pants down as her tail wrapped around his free arm. "Hold still. Seriously, I know it's uncomfortable, give me a second." He made a face, like he was trying to control himself and then there was the sound of tearing cloth, and then a sigh of relief as his thumb popped through the back of the pants and then tore down a bit. "Okay, one tail hole so you don't have to roll your pants down under your spine." His sweatpants and slightly too-small t-shirt were fine, but Dori'd been making the "I hate these pants" face and squirming for way too long, and no wonder - it was either roll the pants down and show that she'd ditched the decidedly-not-clean underwear and had somehow never manged to get more, or stuff her tail down the leg of her pants. Not fun either way.
"Thanks," Dori said, threading her tail through the new hole in the pants. She was a mess. Her hair was tangled and knotted and her head itched insanely, even after a shower. She wanted nothing more than another very long shower, but her hair... "Gosh, I hope I don't have lice," she said, scratching her head, "I must look terrible."
Kyle cocked his head. Tell the girlfriend she did look kind of like two weeks of miserable, or tell her she looked fine. He decided to split the difference. "I think terrible's fine under the sitch, I mean, I know I look like a mile of ass." Underfed and exhausted and just worn out. "'s'okay though, I totes still think you're cute." He grinned. The yoga pants were clingy. He approved. "And lice suck bee-tee-dubs I hope you don't have 'em either."
Dori tried to run her fingers through her hair, it didn't even make it part of the way down, getting stuck right at the base of her skull. She frowned, on top of everything else, it was like she had a bird's nest in her hair. If it was just tangles a few hours with a brush and it would be fine, but it was tangles glued by lingering dirt, sweat, grime and a ton of other things that couldn't be washed out.
"Is... is there a scissors anywhere?" she asked, quieter than she would've normally, even considering the people around.
Instead of answering immediately, Kyle attempted to do the same thing Dori had, and use his claws to detangle part of her hair. It didn't work, and the feel of her hair was... icky. "Bet I can scrounge some up." He said, unfolding from the bed. "Sides, this thing has got to go." He pointed with a thumb at the beard he'd grown in, due to serious lack of anything like a razor, and an excess of fatigue and made a face.
Dori thought it was kind of cute, but she did like her boyfriend better without it. It might have been, honestly, that she just liked him no matter how she looked. "You take care of mine and I can help with yours?" she offered, not thinking that most of her hair was going to get lopped off, that it had to go. There was no way that this was going to stay, no way to fix it, besides... maybe long hair wasn't such a great idea for when she had to fight.
Considering some of his fingers had yet to re-grow their claws and the remaining ones were kind of ragged and torn off, and he couldn't see his own face, it was probably a pretty good idea to get help. "Bee-arr-bee." Kyle said.
It took him a few minutes of popping down to the front desk and tracking down a concierge, but Kyle finally came back with a pair of medical scissors, the kind you used to cut bandages off people. "Score. With the safe can't cut up our heads part and everything." He'd also managed to yoink the trash can from the bathroom. "Rock scissors paper for first?"
"Yeah," Dori said, holding up one of her fists. Thanks to the healer you couldn't even see where her knuckle spikes had been out when they had found her in the cage she had been in.
"One, two, three..." she chose scissors.
"Dammit." Kyle'd gone with paper, unfolding his hand at the last second. "Winner goes first?" He said, and spun the scissors on his thumb. "How close you want this? Not sure you wanna go down to the scalp, it'll be weird for like, Laurie and Yvette and all"
"To just under where the tangles stop," Dori said. It would leave an inch or two of hair, with long sides. This was going to look weird, but she could go to a salon and get it touched up when they got back home. "That will leave some hair. And who knows, it might not be that bad looking..."
Kyle nodded. "Might get some of the closer ones out once we get the really bad stuff off too." He sat for a second, trying to figure out how to do this. With his own hair, he just took a trimmer to it every week or so, or waited until it got long enough to tie back. He handed Dori the trash can, and picked up one of the tangled messes of hair that hung down her back. "Kay, here goes."
The first clump came off easily, the scissors were thankfully, sharp enough to just cut through the tangles, and soon Kyle had most of the worst of it off Dori's back, cutting off the worst of the matted locks that were below her shoulders. "This? Is gross, bee-tee-dubs." Not that his hair was still really any better, but at least it was only down to his shoulders, and sort of cleanish now, and he could wash again.
Instead of the sound of the snipping scissors, Dori concentrated instead on the way he smelled. Under the fatigue-smell and the cheap-cotton-sweatpants smell he was still Kyle and the smell was comforting. She had been on edge since they had pulled her out, and just having his scent near by did a lot for her. Even if what they were doing right now was cutting off her hair, "Sorry, just... well... yeah," she said with a slight shrug. There were dreads of the non-styled type in there too, and places where chunks had been torn or broken off.
"Sorry... when you told us to run... I'm sorry I panicked," she said quietly. Most of what had happened to her was her own fault, she reasoned. If she had been thinking clearly...
Kyle dropped another matted lock into the trash can and shrugged. "My fault for barking orders. I know better." He ran his claws through a lock of Dori's hair that was marginally less tangled than the rest and clipped it off just above the tangles. "I just ... I knew it was gonna go fucking sideways and I was hoping you'd get out." He shook his head. "Jesus I am seriously so sorry. I was so freaked out that they had you the entire time too."
"It's not your fault," Dori said, "It really isn't. I'm just... I'm glad you're okay," she said, tears in her eyes as he kept working on her hair, "I... I didn't know what had happened to anyone else," and she had gotten scared, and had freaked out. Almost completely. Which lead to spending days at a time as the animal and not the person, wondering if she was the only one left.
Kyle paused in the hair cutting and rested his chin on top of Dori's head, no matter the matted hair. "Hey, hey, it's all good. We're okay, shit's getting taken care of, and I didn't have to go all what's the prince in Sleeping Beauty on you to get you to wake up. Because damn, that'd have been fuck-me-sideways levels of awkward, me all standing next to you in some hospital bed going "Dammit, if you don't wake up I'm gonna have to be all shit I might be l-word at you."
Dori swallowed down the tears. Just having him close to her right now was more than she could ask for in terms of helping her cope with everything that had happened. And now this.
"You mean love?" she asked, making sure she was thinking the right L-word.
He was so warm.
"I meant lemons. Really." Kyle was pretty sure he was actually embarassed and glowing red, but the room was nice and dim and he and Dori were being quiet. "And, um, that show on HBO about lesbians. And... lemurs." He scratched his beard, good god he really wanted it gone, but set the scissors down so he could pull Dori close. "Yes, queen of the nerd people. I had like two weeks to freak out over it because I mean, if it wasn't all l-word then why was I like ready to eat someone's face in the bad way over you?"
Dori had tears on her face, "I love you too," she said softly, "I was so scared you were dead. I..." she trailed off, and held on to his arms where they were wrapped around her, just being close to him and his scent.
"Not dead. Totally solid and alive and not a ghost." Kyle said. "Ghosts don't have itchy facial hair and need epic sleeps and another shower and can't help girlfriends cut off what are truly godawful dreads. I promise."
Dori nodded once, "I'm so glad you guys are all okay," she managed, "If I lost you... I..." at where she had been, she likely would've spent the rest of her life as an animal. But he was okay, in a manner of speaking. One of her hands carefully wiped the tears out of her eyes, "Done with my hair? Then I can start on your beard. It itches," she said with a short laugh.
"I'd have come back and fucking haunted those assholes." Kyle said. "Eh, there's a couple of rough spots, but the worst of it's out." He ruffled the fluffy short hair that was still left, and used his claws to get out one of the smaller tangles. "You're down to a couple of inches left that's not a total mess. Kinda suits you though." He picked up the trash can to show Dori how much was there, nearly filling the can even though he'd pushed it down to compress, and handed her the scissors.
Wow, it looked they had cut a large, dead rat or something off of her head and stuffed it in the trash. Dori forced herself to look away from that and took the scissors as she turned around to face her boyfriend, looking up at him. She reached up slowly and started trimming. She wouldn't be able to get it all off, but at least she could keep him from looking like a Mountain Man.
"You'd be like Peeves in the Harry Potter books," she said with a laugh.
"Damn straight." Kyle said, trying to keep still. Even an uneven short beard was better than the thing attached to his face but he didn't want to move too much. "Only smellier. Damn, I need another shower."
"Me too," she said, "We'll take one when we wake up," Dori stated simply she was so tired right now that another shower was pretty much out of the question. She also didn't want to be more a foot away from him right now outside of when he was checking on the others. After all, a lot of people had had it worse than her, so she shouldn't be so upset. She kept trimming his beard.
Cutting the beard off took more time than hacking off the mess that was Dori's hair, simply because faces weren't nice and straight, but by the time Dori was done, the mountain-man look had been replaced with an uneven short beard, that even if it wasn't entirely tidy, was much much less itchy. "Oh thank God. I was like halfway to clawing my face off." Kyle said, after brushing all the loose hairs into the bag. "Wanna call room service? I might move into that bathroom for a few hours just for the hot water. After I eat most of a large burger or, you know, twelve."
"You look good," Dori said, putting the scissors aside. Her knuckles still hurt, but it was worth it to help him out, "I'll move into to the bathroom too then. But I'll let you eat the burgers. Well, most of them."
"I figured you were gonna order eleven thousand waffles and we could do burgers with waffle buns." Kyle's stomach growled, and he scowled at it. "Shut up, you. The cute girl with the dandelion head is talking about how I don't look like a mile of bad road, even if she's totes deluded."
"That sounds really good," Dori said, thinking about the waffles now and giggling at Kyle talking to his stomach, "Hey, even if I am deluded you're still cute," she pointed out with smile. Because he was, "Man, I think you and I are going to end up clearing out all of the food ever." Both of them could eat a ton, and they both needed that much right now.
"Emergency grocery budget. I'd bet the second we called in to say we're coming home the Prof had someone just clean out most of a grocery store." Kyle said, leaning back against the pillows. "Seriously, doesn't matter how many times I wash here. We get home, I am taking a two hour shower, eating half of everything in my fridge and then sleeping." He yawned, scratched his hair and then frowned. "Shit. Somewhere in there I gotta call my folks. I missed my own graduation." He hadn't even thought of it, the entire time.
"We can still have a party for you," Dori said. He was right they had missed it. That was bad, but it could still work out. "I'm taking that two hour shower with you too," she pointed out, "Because, well, I really need to be scrubbed places I can't reach, and this shower's too small." which was totally true.
"I bet I have fifty-seven voicemails from my mom." Fuck he didn't even know where his phone -was- right now. Kyle stretched out his legs, thank god for hotels where people got that sometimes people were tall and needed huge beds and shifted so that Dori's head was resting on his shoulder. He kissed the side of her head, at this point even if PDA made him feel like of like a dork, he was just going to live with it. "Thank god my shower's sized for Warren. Otherwise it wouldn't fit both of us and your tail." Also a little icky, but at least it wasn't as bad as her hair had been. "Maybe three hours. One for the tail."
"Gosh, my tail is going to need so much shampoo," Doreen realized, leaning on him, "My mom is probably freaking out. We have to let them know we're alive," she noted.
"As soon as we get home. I'd call now but I have no freaking idea what time it is there. Or what time it is at all." Kyle said, yawned again and gave up on keeping his eyes open. "Sorry. Forget room service, I think I might pass out on you. Not sure when the last time I got a full night's sleep was."
"That's totally okay," Dori said, "I'll wake you up when they call about the planes," she said. Just glad that he was alive and that he was here.
The room was dim with heavy curtains and no lights, and it felt wrong to speaking anything more than a whisper, so Kyle's voice was hushed as he pulled the waist of Dori's yoga pants down as her tail wrapped around his free arm. "Hold still. Seriously, I know it's uncomfortable, give me a second." He made a face, like he was trying to control himself and then there was the sound of tearing cloth, and then a sigh of relief as his thumb popped through the back of the pants and then tore down a bit. "Okay, one tail hole so you don't have to roll your pants down under your spine." His sweatpants and slightly too-small t-shirt were fine, but Dori'd been making the "I hate these pants" face and squirming for way too long, and no wonder - it was either roll the pants down and show that she'd ditched the decidedly-not-clean underwear and had somehow never manged to get more, or stuff her tail down the leg of her pants. Not fun either way.
"Thanks," Dori said, threading her tail through the new hole in the pants. She was a mess. Her hair was tangled and knotted and her head itched insanely, even after a shower. She wanted nothing more than another very long shower, but her hair... "Gosh, I hope I don't have lice," she said, scratching her head, "I must look terrible."
Kyle cocked his head. Tell the girlfriend she did look kind of like two weeks of miserable, or tell her she looked fine. He decided to split the difference. "I think terrible's fine under the sitch, I mean, I know I look like a mile of ass." Underfed and exhausted and just worn out. "'s'okay though, I totes still think you're cute." He grinned. The yoga pants were clingy. He approved. "And lice suck bee-tee-dubs I hope you don't have 'em either."
Dori tried to run her fingers through her hair, it didn't even make it part of the way down, getting stuck right at the base of her skull. She frowned, on top of everything else, it was like she had a bird's nest in her hair. If it was just tangles a few hours with a brush and it would be fine, but it was tangles glued by lingering dirt, sweat, grime and a ton of other things that couldn't be washed out.
"Is... is there a scissors anywhere?" she asked, quieter than she would've normally, even considering the people around.
Instead of answering immediately, Kyle attempted to do the same thing Dori had, and use his claws to detangle part of her hair. It didn't work, and the feel of her hair was... icky. "Bet I can scrounge some up." He said, unfolding from the bed. "Sides, this thing has got to go." He pointed with a thumb at the beard he'd grown in, due to serious lack of anything like a razor, and an excess of fatigue and made a face.
Dori thought it was kind of cute, but she did like her boyfriend better without it. It might have been, honestly, that she just liked him no matter how she looked. "You take care of mine and I can help with yours?" she offered, not thinking that most of her hair was going to get lopped off, that it had to go. There was no way that this was going to stay, no way to fix it, besides... maybe long hair wasn't such a great idea for when she had to fight.
Considering some of his fingers had yet to re-grow their claws and the remaining ones were kind of ragged and torn off, and he couldn't see his own face, it was probably a pretty good idea to get help. "Bee-arr-bee." Kyle said.
It took him a few minutes of popping down to the front desk and tracking down a concierge, but Kyle finally came back with a pair of medical scissors, the kind you used to cut bandages off people. "Score. With the safe can't cut up our heads part and everything." He'd also managed to yoink the trash can from the bathroom. "Rock scissors paper for first?"
"Yeah," Dori said, holding up one of her fists. Thanks to the healer you couldn't even see where her knuckle spikes had been out when they had found her in the cage she had been in.
"One, two, three..." she chose scissors.
"Dammit." Kyle'd gone with paper, unfolding his hand at the last second. "Winner goes first?" He said, and spun the scissors on his thumb. "How close you want this? Not sure you wanna go down to the scalp, it'll be weird for like, Laurie and Yvette and all"
"To just under where the tangles stop," Dori said. It would leave an inch or two of hair, with long sides. This was going to look weird, but she could go to a salon and get it touched up when they got back home. "That will leave some hair. And who knows, it might not be that bad looking..."
Kyle nodded. "Might get some of the closer ones out once we get the really bad stuff off too." He sat for a second, trying to figure out how to do this. With his own hair, he just took a trimmer to it every week or so, or waited until it got long enough to tie back. He handed Dori the trash can, and picked up one of the tangled messes of hair that hung down her back. "Kay, here goes."
The first clump came off easily, the scissors were thankfully, sharp enough to just cut through the tangles, and soon Kyle had most of the worst of it off Dori's back, cutting off the worst of the matted locks that were below her shoulders. "This? Is gross, bee-tee-dubs." Not that his hair was still really any better, but at least it was only down to his shoulders, and sort of cleanish now, and he could wash again.
Instead of the sound of the snipping scissors, Dori concentrated instead on the way he smelled. Under the fatigue-smell and the cheap-cotton-sweatpants smell he was still Kyle and the smell was comforting. She had been on edge since they had pulled her out, and just having his scent near by did a lot for her. Even if what they were doing right now was cutting off her hair, "Sorry, just... well... yeah," she said with a slight shrug. There were dreads of the non-styled type in there too, and places where chunks had been torn or broken off.
"Sorry... when you told us to run... I'm sorry I panicked," she said quietly. Most of what had happened to her was her own fault, she reasoned. If she had been thinking clearly...
Kyle dropped another matted lock into the trash can and shrugged. "My fault for barking orders. I know better." He ran his claws through a lock of Dori's hair that was marginally less tangled than the rest and clipped it off just above the tangles. "I just ... I knew it was gonna go fucking sideways and I was hoping you'd get out." He shook his head. "Jesus I am seriously so sorry. I was so freaked out that they had you the entire time too."
"It's not your fault," Dori said, "It really isn't. I'm just... I'm glad you're okay," she said, tears in her eyes as he kept working on her hair, "I... I didn't know what had happened to anyone else," and she had gotten scared, and had freaked out. Almost completely. Which lead to spending days at a time as the animal and not the person, wondering if she was the only one left.
Kyle paused in the hair cutting and rested his chin on top of Dori's head, no matter the matted hair. "Hey, hey, it's all good. We're okay, shit's getting taken care of, and I didn't have to go all what's the prince in Sleeping Beauty on you to get you to wake up. Because damn, that'd have been fuck-me-sideways levels of awkward, me all standing next to you in some hospital bed going "Dammit, if you don't wake up I'm gonna have to be all shit I might be l-word at you."
Dori swallowed down the tears. Just having him close to her right now was more than she could ask for in terms of helping her cope with everything that had happened. And now this.
"You mean love?" she asked, making sure she was thinking the right L-word.
He was so warm.
"I meant lemons. Really." Kyle was pretty sure he was actually embarassed and glowing red, but the room was nice and dim and he and Dori were being quiet. "And, um, that show on HBO about lesbians. And... lemurs." He scratched his beard, good god he really wanted it gone, but set the scissors down so he could pull Dori close. "Yes, queen of the nerd people. I had like two weeks to freak out over it because I mean, if it wasn't all l-word then why was I like ready to eat someone's face in the bad way over you?"
Dori had tears on her face, "I love you too," she said softly, "I was so scared you were dead. I..." she trailed off, and held on to his arms where they were wrapped around her, just being close to him and his scent.
"Not dead. Totally solid and alive and not a ghost." Kyle said. "Ghosts don't have itchy facial hair and need epic sleeps and another shower and can't help girlfriends cut off what are truly godawful dreads. I promise."
Dori nodded once, "I'm so glad you guys are all okay," she managed, "If I lost you... I..." at where she had been, she likely would've spent the rest of her life as an animal. But he was okay, in a manner of speaking. One of her hands carefully wiped the tears out of her eyes, "Done with my hair? Then I can start on your beard. It itches," she said with a short laugh.
"I'd have come back and fucking haunted those assholes." Kyle said. "Eh, there's a couple of rough spots, but the worst of it's out." He ruffled the fluffy short hair that was still left, and used his claws to get out one of the smaller tangles. "You're down to a couple of inches left that's not a total mess. Kinda suits you though." He picked up the trash can to show Dori how much was there, nearly filling the can even though he'd pushed it down to compress, and handed her the scissors.
Wow, it looked they had cut a large, dead rat or something off of her head and stuffed it in the trash. Dori forced herself to look away from that and took the scissors as she turned around to face her boyfriend, looking up at him. She reached up slowly and started trimming. She wouldn't be able to get it all off, but at least she could keep him from looking like a Mountain Man.
"You'd be like Peeves in the Harry Potter books," she said with a laugh.
"Damn straight." Kyle said, trying to keep still. Even an uneven short beard was better than the thing attached to his face but he didn't want to move too much. "Only smellier. Damn, I need another shower."
"Me too," she said, "We'll take one when we wake up," Dori stated simply she was so tired right now that another shower was pretty much out of the question. She also didn't want to be more a foot away from him right now outside of when he was checking on the others. After all, a lot of people had had it worse than her, so she shouldn't be so upset. She kept trimming his beard.
Cutting the beard off took more time than hacking off the mess that was Dori's hair, simply because faces weren't nice and straight, but by the time Dori was done, the mountain-man look had been replaced with an uneven short beard, that even if it wasn't entirely tidy, was much much less itchy. "Oh thank God. I was like halfway to clawing my face off." Kyle said, after brushing all the loose hairs into the bag. "Wanna call room service? I might move into that bathroom for a few hours just for the hot water. After I eat most of a large burger or, you know, twelve."
"You look good," Dori said, putting the scissors aside. Her knuckles still hurt, but it was worth it to help him out, "I'll move into to the bathroom too then. But I'll let you eat the burgers. Well, most of them."
"I figured you were gonna order eleven thousand waffles and we could do burgers with waffle buns." Kyle's stomach growled, and he scowled at it. "Shut up, you. The cute girl with the dandelion head is talking about how I don't look like a mile of bad road, even if she's totes deluded."
"That sounds really good," Dori said, thinking about the waffles now and giggling at Kyle talking to his stomach, "Hey, even if I am deluded you're still cute," she pointed out with smile. Because he was, "Man, I think you and I are going to end up clearing out all of the food ever." Both of them could eat a ton, and they both needed that much right now.
"Emergency grocery budget. I'd bet the second we called in to say we're coming home the Prof had someone just clean out most of a grocery store." Kyle said, leaning back against the pillows. "Seriously, doesn't matter how many times I wash here. We get home, I am taking a two hour shower, eating half of everything in my fridge and then sleeping." He yawned, scratched his hair and then frowned. "Shit. Somewhere in there I gotta call my folks. I missed my own graduation." He hadn't even thought of it, the entire time.
"We can still have a party for you," Dori said. He was right they had missed it. That was bad, but it could still work out. "I'm taking that two hour shower with you too," she pointed out, "Because, well, I really need to be scrubbed places I can't reach, and this shower's too small." which was totally true.
"I bet I have fifty-seven voicemails from my mom." Fuck he didn't even know where his phone -was- right now. Kyle stretched out his legs, thank god for hotels where people got that sometimes people were tall and needed huge beds and shifted so that Dori's head was resting on his shoulder. He kissed the side of her head, at this point even if PDA made him feel like of like a dork, he was just going to live with it. "Thank god my shower's sized for Warren. Otherwise it wouldn't fit both of us and your tail." Also a little icky, but at least it wasn't as bad as her hair had been. "Maybe three hours. One for the tail."
"Gosh, my tail is going to need so much shampoo," Doreen realized, leaning on him, "My mom is probably freaking out. We have to let them know we're alive," she noted.
"As soon as we get home. I'd call now but I have no freaking idea what time it is there. Or what time it is at all." Kyle said, yawned again and gave up on keeping his eyes open. "Sorry. Forget room service, I think I might pass out on you. Not sure when the last time I got a full night's sleep was."
"That's totally okay," Dori said, "I'll wake you up when they call about the planes," she said. Just glad that he was alive and that he was here.